She stared at the heart shaped glass ornament she held delicately on her palm, carefully balancing it’s weight.

She remembered how smooth the surface was, and the glass was so clear and pure that it made the heart look almost transparent.

She reminisce the beautiful refracted rays of the sunlight when it passed through the translucent shell. There must be something really special inside, to make all things that pass through it so breathtaking.

The heart of glass did not stay that way forever, sometimes people that she met will leave a dent here and a scratch there, some accidentally, some intentionally. There were many times where she was careless enough to damage it as well.

Slowly the heart of glass was not as beautiful as it used to be, it started to have finger prints and stains, permanent scars like cracks and grazes materialized. It hurts to see her once pure and beautiful heart so… used.

Still, she tried hard to remain optimistic, at least she still have her treasured possession with her.

Or so, she perceived.
Until one day,
Someone, somehow
Made her drop it.

The glass heart as if in slow motion, left the grasp of her hands and started to spiral downwards.

Very quickly.
Too quickly.

She reached down, as swiftly as possible to catch the falling heart.

The sound of glass shattering cut through the silent of the night
Penetrates the false tranquility of her soul,
Piercing it with such force that the pain send
Waves upon waves of anguish in her.

Dropping to her knees, she started to pick up what was left of her heart, trying frantically to recover what was already broken.

In her haste, she never noticed blood trickling through her palm as she held the shattered pieces in her hand tightly, in fear that she would drop it once again.

Unknown to her, Someone saw.
He saw every hurt and wound from the very beginning,
He could tell which scar hurts the most and recall every bent and scratch on the heart.
He knew, He understood.

He went to her, her with the broken heart.

He started to open her tightly clenched fist, tears streamed down His face as He saw cuts and wounds embedded with tiny and large glass pieces, blood oozing out and trickling down her palm.

He started picking out the glass from her wounds with His own hands, as He did, He began to bleed as well.

She started at the stranger that felt so familiar to her,
She wondered whether He understood the pain,
whether He knew what it felt like to pick up the broken pieces of life and summoning enough courage to carry on.

Until she saw the holes, pierced through His palms.
Until she saw the cuts on His forehead,
Until she realized the scars He bore on His back.

All endured so that she could come to Him and ask Him to mend her heart.

The last glass was removed from her palm and the wounds were completely healed.

Gently, He took her hand into His and taught her His love for her that will never be broken, contaminated or dirty. He gave her His heart of flesh.

She understood that there is no longer the need carry a heart of glass with her, as His love for her was already engraved in her soul.